Ye Zheng pushed open the door of Dongyuan, and the creaking sound was like an old whine. With a cool breeze blowing in, the fallen leaves in the yard were rolled up and curled up into the corner.

It was so quiet that the wind was left.

Although Ran Xiaoyu was brought here by him and Zhu Chengjin also sent someone to come and see him, there was no one here on the surface.

Even Zhu Chengjin understood that killing Zhu Feng would be equivalent to betraying Si Nanyan, and Ye Zheng had no feelings for her, and Ran Xiaoyu had nowhere to go.

So, she is the only one left in this yard, so quiet and natural.

But it was a little quieter.

Ye Zheng frowned slightly, walked in with the food box. As soon as he pushed open the door, he saw Ran Xiaoyu and Yi lying on the bed, with only a thin quilt covered with his shoulders and calves exposed.

More importantly, there was an abnormal rosy glow on her face.

"Xiaoyu?"

Ye Zheng shouted subconsciously, but immediately closed his mouth again. When he walked over, he saw Ran Xiaoyu lying on the bed with flushed cheeks. Ye Zheng had already walked in front of her, and she was unaware of it.

Something is wrong.

Ye Zheng frowned and reached out to try on her forehead, which was hot.

She had a fever.

Ran Xiaoyu is very strong. After all, she has been practicing martial arts since she was a child. She has been with Nanyan for so many years and has never seen her get sick like this. However, in the battle on the river last night, she was soaked and brought back. After she came back, she was brought here. No one took care of her, and she didn't even take a shower and change clothes. She is still wearing the wet clothes she wore yesterday, but she is afraid that she will be tossed hard this night.

Of course, these are probably not the main reasons why she fell ill.

As soon as Ye Zheng's hand touched her forehead, her dry and cracked lips trembled slightly, and she murmured weakly: "Ye Zheng..."

Ye Zheng immediately retracted his hand.

He frowned and looked at this girl who was originally cold and pretty but actually hot inside. Now, she is really like a fragile porcelain doll. With just a gentle touch, just one sentence may be enough to make her life worse than death.

"Ye Zheng..."

She was probably already in a daze and kept calling Ye Zheng's name in a vague way.

Even, feeling a little cool touch on her forehead, she subconsciously reached out and grabbed Ye Zheng's hand, murmured: "Don't leave, don't leave..."

Ye Zheng's brows frowned even tighter.

He seemed to want to pull his hand out, but after sucking, he couldn't move.

At this time, he didn't know whether it was because of the fact that Ran Xiaoyu had not disappeared even if she was sick, or some other reason. He just felt her fingers tearing her hard, as if a drowning person was holding on to the last straw.

While Ran Xiaoyu pulled his hand, she was still murmuring unconsciously: "Don't leave. I, I don't, I--"

With a "clang", it seemed that a gust of wind suddenly blew outside, and the door that was covered in vain suddenly hit the wall.

After a long time, a gust of wind seemed to blew outside, and even the empty door was blown to the wall.

That sound also woke Ye Zheng up, who was a little dazed, as if he was awakened.

He pulled his hand out of Ran Xiaoyu's hot little hand with force.

Seeing Ran Xiaoyu frowning at a loss, as if she was about to wake up, but she still couldn't wake up, Ye Zheng turned his head and walked out without looking back.

After leaving Dongyuan, he did not go back to his place, but turned to the Imperial Pharmacy.

At this time, Zhu Chengjin had not officially ascended the throne, nor had his subordinates enthroned as officials. Many warehouses in the palace and the court were sealed directly. However, due to the recent war, many injuries were also in the city, so the military doctors took over here in advance. These people were not unfamiliar with Ye Zheng. When they saw him walking in, they all stepped forward: "Young Master Ye."

Ye Zheng said: "I'll trouble Dr. Wang to prescribe a medicine."

The doctor Wang said, "What are you treating?"

"Cold."

"Cold?"

The man thought about it and immediately understood and said, "Please wait. I have prescribed medicine here and boiled it directly and sent it to the young master."

Ye Zheng nodded.

When he turned his head, he saw something boiling on a stove in the yard outside. He smelled the smell of the air. He frowned slightly: "That's it, ginseng soup?"

Dr. Wang nodded.

Ye Zheng asked, "Who uses it?"

Doctor Wang said: "Who else is naturally the military advisor, Mr. Xu."

Ye Zheng said: "Have you been taking the prescription he prescribed before? Why did he suddenly boil his ginseng soup here?"

Dr. Wang didn't say anything, but just smiled bitterly, and Ye Zheng immediately understood.

In this weather, ordinary people are afraid that they are uncomfortable drinking ginseng soup. Only those who are extremely weak and are afraid that they will use ginseng soup to sacrifice their lives.

It seems that Xu Shizong's body—

Thinking of this, he nodded silently: "I understand."

The doctor didn't say much, so he asked the people below to grab a pair of medicine for him. After boiling it, the ginseng soup was also boiled. It was about to be carried away by the eunuch, but Ye Zheng directly took the medicine box: "No need to worry, I'll take it myself."

So the little eunuch left the Imperial Pharmacy with only the ginseng soup.

After walking for a while, the two of them separated. Ye Zheng watched the little eunuch pass through Longfu Gate and walked northward, obviously sending him to Lezhizhai. He thought about it and didn't say much, and turned to Dongyuan.

It was still the same as before, very quiet, with only a little wind.

However, when Ye Zheng pushed open the door outside Dongyuan, he heard a very light cough coming from inside. He walked in with the box and saw that Ran Xiaoyu, who was originally sleepy, had woken up at some point, and was softly holding her up from the bed.

Her hair was messy, her face was pale, and she was as haggard as a ghost.

As soon as he saw Ye Zheng walk in, there was a little light in her unsightly eyes.

"Ye Zheng..."

Ye Zheng only glanced at her, then put the box containing the medicine bowl on the table, and said lightly: "I drank it myself."

After saying that, he turned around and wanted to leave.

"Ye Zheng!"

Ran Xiaoyu was anxious and wanted to hold it, but she couldn't hold it at all. She almost fell off the bed. She looked at Ye Zheng's back panting and said, "You, don't you have anything to tell me?"

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Ye Zheng stopped at the door, but he did not look back.

He only listened to the weak gasping behind him, and he remained silent for a long time and said lightly: "I still say the same thing. I don't want to listen to you. No matter what you want to say, now, I don't want to listen."

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